Spring

When spring unseals and
Turns the heart’s compass,
Resonating hymns of light,
The tiny buds awake,
Intricate whispers bloom.

Life growing swell,
Soft tendrils scent the air,
And the new-born sun
Wraps itself around
An opening fern, unfolding.

Just as life begins again,
With laughter echoing
In the silver hush,
Where every petal
Sings its song upon the breeze.

— D.H. Lawrence

• DH Lawrence